Angel Boyfriend who is obsessed with the fact you’re trans. Humans are the embodiment of change as far as They’re concerned, and then you can change even more by even defying your societal norms and changing your gender?? They can’t handle it. They ask a thousand questions with a childlike curiosity. They support you in every decision you make.
They’re excited to help you fold up your old clothes and donate them, or burn them. They scream your truth beside you from the rooftops or just quietly help you navigate it, helping you keep quiet but wanting to help your defenses come down.
You just smile and thank Them every time. They just want you to be happy, and They are in awe of everything you are and everything you represent about humanity just by being you.
Summary: Getting back on track for her comeback, everything comes to a screeching halt when she suddenly can’t practice anymore.
Group: Angel x AOMG, Angel x Ateez
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Mentions of character sickness
Main Masterlist Angel’s Masterlist
After all the fun and crazy things happening to her, Róisín decided she was going to take a day to get back to training. Since visiting Washington State and California, she definitely has been slacking in the training department. Could anyone blame her though? The holidays were when she wanted to spend the most time with everybody she cares about. There was hardly any time for training when she was spending so much time with everyone.
She managed to take a small break from the warmup she was doing, and checked her phone for a moment when she remembered it dinged a little bit ago indicating a message for her. “Hey Beautiful. How’s practice coming along? Wanted to check in and make sure you were doing alright. Don’t forget to drink water! If you need me to I’ll stop by with something to eat later.” Taehyung had messaged her, gaining a small frown from the redhead.
She liked him, she really did, but he’d been acting strange since the moment she met Oneus on Weekly Idol those few months ago. It was like he was trying to start something with her that they already said wasn’t going to work out. “JJ I thought I told you to stop calling me that. And don’t worry about feeding me, Jay-Oppa said he’d buy my food tonight.” She responded quickly, tossing her phone into her bag to focus on the training for the next day straight.
For the next two hours she was stuck in the dance studio with her choreographer, going over a brand new sequence she was going to be adding in to her routine for her new song. “Come on Angel, gotta push through this. Burn that weight off! Pick up the pace Angel!” He was shouting at her, getting her in gear to work as hard as she could.
She could feel the sweat dripping down her face and down her tank top the longer she danced the steps, her body twisting in ways she didn’t imagine when she started. “Wait hang on.” She mumbled, stopping for a moment.
Rinjin stopped and watched her as she lifted her hands above her head, closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She was panting softly and winced the tiniest amount at feeling her muscles stretching while she moved to grab her water bottle from her bag. She could see her phone blinking in her bag and took a moment to look at the messages, wondering who else would be messaging her aside from Taehyung wanting to speak to her about something.
She chuckled a little when she saw a video of Yunho and Mingi dancing to her old song like a couple of idiots, Wooyoung in the middle of them trying to dance her part. She could even hear her song Lost to the Music playing through their speakers as the three dorks continued to dance along happily. “How’s it goin’ Angel!? Just wanted to give you some luck with dancing! We love you!” Yunho shouted out with a grin, the other two smiling just as wide while they all waved to the screen.
She smiled a little at the video and gently set her phone down, sucking down half her water from the bottle before she turned to Rinjin to continue her training. She got back into position and nodded her head at him, telling him to keep going without any more distractions. He nodded back and the two immediately stepped back into learning the piece he’d been teaching her for the last couple hours.
xXx
Another 4 hours later, with her tank top completely dampened with sweat and her forehead glistening, she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion and smiled tiredly up at Rinjin. “This is such an awesome dance. I can’t wait to learn more steps.” She panted out, resting her hands on her hips while she managed to sit up on her knees.
He laughed and pointed at her as he moved himself towards the door. “Careful now Angel. Flattery will get you nowhere! See ya tomorrow!” He said with a smile, opening the door to step out.
She crawled on her knees toward her bag and drank up some more water, having refilled it a few different times already since she started the dance with Rinjin so long ago. She leaned against the mirror in hopes of helping slow her breathing and grabbed out her phone to see if there were anymore texts she missed. Ravn had messaged her asking how she was doing, and she immediately snapped a photo of herself where she was against the mirror, his ring still on her finger since she’d taken it from him those few days ago.
Once she sent that off she checked the group chat of Ateez and saw the stupidity of the boys all wanted to hang out with her and missing her like crazy, yet she could only tell them she couldn’t hang out for a while what with her comeback training starting up. One of them gave a frowny face and told her to take many breaks in between so as to not tire herself out like the last comeback. She just waved it off with a laugh and sent them an innocent heart meme which had a person winking as they made a type of heart with their arms.
Just as she was about to put her phone down Ravn messaged her again and seemed to fake demand her give back his ring. With an angry face and a few exclamation points and everything. So she sent back the same thing she sent the boys before relying, “you gotta come get it from me.” Before finally getting the chance to set her phone down.
Róisín then slowly stood up on wobbly legs and looked at herself in the mirror, going towards the middle of the room so she could start the dance over again and practice it on her own. She could feel her legs shaking more than before the more steps she worked through, to the point she stumbled over herself a few different times. ‘Take breaks Angel!’ She remembered someone telling her.
She groaned softly and finished the routine for the last time before sneezing something fierce, immediately falling to the floor in exhaustion. “What the?” She asked herself, sniffling a little at the runny nose she suddenly got.
She rubbed under her nose just to make sure it wasn’t blood and then crawled her way toward her bag, suddenly feeling like she was dead weight. Her head started hurting the longer she focused on the bag in front of her, and she could feel another sneeze trying to make its way passed her lips. She was about to sneeze when the door opened and a grinning Jay Park stepped through the door. “WHERE’S MY CHILD!?” He shouted out, searching the room before finding her collapsed on the floor frozen in her crawl to get to her bag.
He tilted his head and stepped through the door, Gray right behind him since the two were discussing a collaboration between him and the redhead. “Why are you laying down when there is practice to get done?” Gray asked in confusion before seeing how red she was getting, real fast.
She laid down on her back and spread her arms out on either side of herself, her legs falling to the floor like lead. “I’m dying. Is the room spinning?” She replied, furrowing her brow in confusion after finishing what she said.
The longer she spoke that simple sentence, the dizzier she felt until she had to close her eyes and cough a little bit. “Oh no.” Jay muttered, dropping the bags he held onto the floor before rushing to her figure at lightning speed.
She just stared at him, still confused about her situation. “Why are you so blurry?” She asked softly, her eyes fluttering shut on their own.
Gray was quick to run out of the room and find someone to help her as Jay was busy putting her stuff in her bag to sling over his shoulder. Once he had the bag secure he went to pick her up into his arms, but Simon rushed in behind Gray and immediately squatted down to be beside her, looking at Jay in concern. “She’s burning up, we have to do something. Uuuuhhhh, hospital?” He stuttered out with a deep frown on his face.
The three adults kept looking at each other for a minute or so before Simon finally picked her up and followed Jay out the door, the small group moving to get Róisín home as fast as possible.
xXx
When she woke up next, Róisín had a person laying down beside her sleeping soundly. She frowned a little when she saw him and looked around for the rest of the group, wondering what he was doing with her, and in her room of all places. “Hongjoong, what’s going on?” She asked softly after shaking his shoulder a little.
Her best friend jumped out of the bed and looked around wildly, checking to see what had woken him just to see a very concerned and sick looking Róisín staring back at hi. “Roe!” He shouted, diving into her arms and latching onto her tight.
She flinched and coughed a little at the movement, frowning when she felt her energy levels at an all time low. “What the hell is going on Hongjoong?” She asked him, seeing his worried face beside her.
Just as he was about to respond, Seonghwa with the rest of the group slunk their way into the room, Seonghwa leading with a tray of soup and cold medicine, and water. “This had better been clean of all liquid and medicine when I come back. That include everything in the bowl of soup Angel. Gotta get that sickness out of your system.” He told her, narrowing his eyes at her when she just grinned innocently at him.
She then pouted when he continued staring at her. “Okay fine Bossy!” She cried out, taking the spoon into her hand and dipping it into the soup, grumbling under her breath the whole time it took to put it in her mouth.
Needless to say she finished the whole thing with Hongjoong laughing at her eagerness.
Meet lil' Nicky! This adorable little angel fluff in Nathan and Eros's new baby boy 💙 he's so heckin cute I had to share him 😄 he's a fluffy crybaby just like his dad haha
You stood at the window of a tall office building, looking out at the world below. It had been some time since you’d been a hunter. You’d gotten out after a particularly bad hunt where you’d lost both of your partners to demons. You were the only one who came out of that encounter alive.
After that nothing seemed right, so you quit, retired, gave up… whatever you wanted to call it, you were through with hunting. This world of clean lines and large windowed walls was your domain now and while it was dull, you reasoned dull was good.
You ran this branch of a large corporation, having climbed to the top over the two years you’d been here, and now you could enjoy it. The sun was starting to set over the city and you smiled, this was your favorite time of day.
There was a rustle of wings behind you and you stiffened, those two idiots and their stupid angel had been trying to pull you back into their fight, their little war with both angels and demons, and you wanted none of it.
“I told you. I’m out. Go back to your little friends and kindly tell them to fuck off.” You said, not turning. You weren’t going to let that stupid head tilt and questioning look taint your gorgeous sunset.
The cool voice that answered very obviously did not belong to Castiel, “Nice to know where you stand (F/n).”
You spun on your heel to look at him, “You can’t be here. It’s not possible.”
He just shrugged the same shrug as he had the day you met him like it was totally normal for the devil to show up on your doorstep and now in your office.
That day would forever be burned into your memory, he had come to you hurt and in need of assistance and you had thought him just another angel. You may not be a hunter anymore but you sure as hell didn’t turn away bleeding angels, especially handsome ones.
You studied him carefully, it hadn’t been long since you’d seen him last. He’d stayed with you for a while after you’d patched him up but that had come to an abrupt end when he confessed his true identity. That had not gone over well for him at all.
But now he was standing here in front of you again and for some reason, you weren’t angry, in fact, you were… relieved. You turned back to look at the sunset, trying to get a handle on your thoughts and feelings, and he came to join you.
“Why are you here?” you asked quietly, eyes forward.
There was a minute of silence before he responded, like he was thinking, “Why do you watch the sunset every day?”
You wondered if he already knew the answer briefly and then sighed, “Because it reminds me of you.”
You had flashes of memories, images really, of his sunburst wings, the warm, bright colors mingling with smooth velvety black, of his smile lit by the sun’s fading light, and finally of the quiet moments you’d shared on your porch as you both watched the light leave the world and the stars come out.
Lucifer watched you relive the memories, letting his mind read yours so he could experience them as you had. There were those that said he had no heart, that he couldn’t love, but they were so terribly wrong.
He fell because he loved too much, loved his father and his brothers and sisters so deeply, and he had not wanted to love anymore. There had been no more room in his heart for humans and he had not believed them worthy of the effort of making room.
But you. You were different. You had been able to put his broken heart back together again with enough room to love something new.
You turned to look at him, his form veiled with the golden light of the sun's last rays and he smiled that wicked lopsided grin of his, “I am here because, like you, there are things I can not forget and also because there are things I left undone.”
You just studied him carefully as he reached out a hand to cup your cheek, leaning into his cold touch slightly and letting your eyes flicker closed. He let his thumb brush over your skin gently and then leaned in to steal the warmth from your lips.
You accepted his kiss, happily warming his lips with your own and then parting yours when his tongue gently grazed them in a plea for you to allow him entrance. He explored your warm cavern while you wound your hands up around his neck to thread them through his hair and his found a comfortable home around your waist.
When you pulled away for air, he pressed his forehead against yours, “That was one of them.”
You smirked, “I suppose it was probably the most innocent as well?”
He grinned that wicked grin again, “Oh definitely.”
You chuckled and connected your lips with his again, glad to have your sunset angel by your side once again.
Prompt: Michael tickling Lucifer until he admits that Michael is the strongest angel. Takes place pre-fall.
Strongest Angel
Lucifer and Michael were at odds, the younger’s wings quivering while the older’s flared dangerously about his head. Michael was waiting for Lucifer’s response, his grip on his younger brother tightening just a bit.
Lucifer whimpered softly at the grip, not that it hurt but he knew what was gonna come. He glared defiantly at his brother, taking a big calming breath.
“Say it,” Michael’s voice said softly, almost persuasively.
“Never,” Lucifer snarled back, knowing he was going to regret it. Michael sighed in mock sadness.
“I wish it didn’t have to come to this brother, but you leave me no choice.”
Seconds later, his fingers were digging into Lucifer’s underarms, making the young angel shriek hysterically.
“Mihihihichael! Stahahahap!”
“Stop what little brother? I’m punishing you for your blasphemy!”
“Whahahat? I dihihihidnt sahahahay anhythihihing that wahahasnt truhuhue!” Lucifer whined, squealing when Michael scribbled over his pale tummy. “Nahahaha!”
“You claimed to be the strongest angel. I’m just proving you wrong.”
“Yohohohou’re TIHIHICKLING MEHEHE!” Morningstar shrieked, back arching and wings slapping the ground in his efforts to escape.
Michael chuckled fondly and gently encased Lucifer’s wings with his grace so they wouldn’t get damaged. Suddenly, Michael’s grace sizzled and Lucifer’s laughter rose in pitch as his wings were tickled as well.
“So? You should be able to escape.”
“CHEHEHEATER AHAHAHA!”
“How dare you accuse me of such a thing!” Michael gasped in outrage, digging into his brother’s sides. “Apologize at once!”
“EHEHEEK! IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!”
“Now, who’s the strongest angel, Luci?”
“R-RAHAHAPHAEL!”
“Wrong answer, squirt,” Michael growled, burying his face in Lucifer’s belly pudge and blowing loud, wet raspberries into the ticklish skin.
“MIHIKEY AHAHA MIHIHIKEY IS THEHE STOHONGEST ANGEL! AHAHA STAHAHAP IHIHIT!” Lucifer cried, tears in his pale blue eyes.
Michael smiled and stopped, pulling his little brother into his lap. Lucifer giggled madly for a couple more minutes before drooping against Michael’s chest. He panted and glared up at the older angel. Michael smiled and kissed his forehead, standing up with Lucifer on his hip. Morningstar griped Michael’s tunic and yawned.
“Love you, Mikey.”
Michael’s heart swelled and smiled softly, rubbing his little brother’s back. “Love you too, Luce.”
